The pillars of creation

They thanked him and moved down the makeshift streets, looking for open areas where horses might be picketed. Jennsen didn't mind walking-that was usually how she and her mother traveled-but she understood Sebastian's urgency to find a horse. With such a narrow escape, and then with the wizard, Nathan Rahl, trying to stop them, they needed to get far away from the People's Palace as fast as they could.

At a second place, they got the same answer as the first. Jennsen was hungry, and wished she could get something to eat, but she knew that they would be better off making good their escape than lingering to have a meal and end up dying on a full stomach. Sebastian, holding her hand tight, pulled her between stands, cutting across the crowded streets toward horses picketed in a dusty enclosure.

"You able to sell horses?" Sebastian asked a man watching over them.

The man, his arms folded, was leaning against a post. "No. I've none to sell."

Sebastian nodded. "Thanks anyway."

The man caught Sebastian's cloak before they moved on. He leaned closer. "You be leaving the area?"

Sebastian shrugged. "Going back south. Thought we'd like to pick up a horse while we were visiting the palace."

The man leaned out a little and checked both ways. "After dark, come see me. Plan on being around that long? I may be able to help you."

Sebastian nodded. "I have some business that will keep me here the day. I'll be back after it's dark."

He took Jennsen's arm and moved her down the crowded street. They had to step out of the way of two sisters fawning over necklaces they'd bought as the father walked behind with a load of goods they had purchased. The mother watched her girls as she pulled a couple of sheep along behind. It gave Jennsen a pang of heartache for Betty.

"Are you crazy?" she whispered at Sebastian, confused as to why he would tell the man that they would be back after dark. "We can't stay here all day."

"Of course we can't. The man is a cutthroat. Since I had to ask if he was selling horses, he knows I have the money to buy one and would like to relieve me of it. If we go back there after dark he'll likely have friends hiding in the shadows waiting to do us in."

"He's a thief? Are you serious?"

"This place is full of thieves." Sebastian leaned in with a stem look. "This is D'Hara-a land where the greedy and perverse prey on the weak, where people care nothing about the welfare of their fellow man, and even less about the future of mankind."

Jennsen understood what he meant. On their way to the People's Palace, Sebastian had told her about Brother Narev and his teachings, his hope for a future where mankind's lot was not suffering, a future where there was no starvation or sickness or cruelty. Where every man cared for his fellow man. Sebastian said that, along with the help of Jagang the Just and the will of good and decent people, the Fellowship of Order would help to bring it about. Jennsen had trouble imagining such a wonderful world, a world away from Lord Rahl.

"But, if that man was a thief, why would you tell him that you'll come back?"

"Because if I didn't, if I told him I couldn't wait, then he might signal his partners. We wouldn't know who they are but they would know us and likely find a spot they could surprise us."

"You really think so?"

"Like I said, the place is full of thieves. Watch yourself or you might get your purse cut right off your belt without even knowing it."

She was just about to confess that that very thing had already happened when she heard her name being called.

"Jennsen! Jennsen!"

It was Tom. Big as he was, he stood out like a mountain among foothills, yet he was holding up his hand, waving for her, as if he feared she would have trouble spotting him.

Sebastian leaned closer. "You know him?"

"He helped me get you out."

Jennsen had no time to explain any more than that before smiling her acknowledgment to the big man waving his arm at her. Tom, happy as a puppy at seeing her, rushed out to meet her in the middle of the street. She saw his brothers back at their table.

Tom wore a wide grin. "I knew you'd come, just like you promised. Joe and Clayton said I was nuts to think you would, but I told them you would keep your promise to stop before you left."

"I… I just came from the palace, just now." She patted her cloak where it concealed the knife. "I'm afraid that we're in a rush and need to be on our way."

Tom nodded knowingly. He seized Sebastian's hand and pumped it as if they were friends long separated.

"I'm Tom. You must be the friend Jennsen was helping."

"That's right. I'm Sebastian."

Tom tilted his head in gesture toward Jennsen. "She's something, isn't she?"

"I've never seen anyone like her," Sebastian assured him.

"A man couldn't want for more than a woman like this on his side," Tom said. He stepped between them, putting an arm around their shoulders, preventing any escape, and guided them back to his stand. "I've got something for you both."

"What do you mean?" Jennsen asked.